The tear in my socks

the sun
is out
and bright
and slightly
harsh
and
there are
birds
:
blue and small
white and big
red, black and
dark grey

there’s tea
boiling
in a kettle
far away
and there is
someone
slicing up
apples
for a cake

there are
couples
falling out
of love
in the last seats
of a delayed
train
and strangers
who
will
meet
each other
again
in a couple
of years
on the promise
of a kiss
and a post-it

there is a mother
weeping
and a child
dead
and a father
drunk
and a brother
who was
never born

and
none of
them
are related
but

there is pain
in the
eyes of
the driver
who
just
wants to
have a chat
and there
is pain
on the tongue
of the
student
who
can’t find
jobs

and the
sun is out
and bright
and slightly
harsh
and there
are birds:
dead, dying

and here
I am:
smiling
at
the
tear in
my socks

wondering
if
facing
3 disappointments
in 3 days
is all that
it takes
to
pull the
curtains
back

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